Our bank accountsOur healthThe houses we live inThe people we loveThe institutions we trustThe careers we pine forThe politics we’d die forThe breath in our lungs.All goods in the end are perishable.Not much lasts forever.So perhaps its to best to liveWith an open-handednessThat doesn’t grasp too tightlyOn things that, by nature,Are always slipping away.
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Christ is no stranger to trauma,To feelings of abandonment,Deep sorrowAnd betrayal.He knows what is isTo cry out in the nightAnd get no answer,To be hunted and falsely accused.He is familiar with exasperating humans-Of being rejected by His ownAnd misunderstood even by His comrades.And most harrowinglyHe knows the painOf dying at the handsOf injustice.This faith we […]
Read more "The gospel of trauma"There are few.Few that will suffice.Few that will offer true solace.Words cannot fill a voidThat a person once did.They will always be inadequateAlways less than what a bewildered heartNeeds.So if you find yourselfIn the presence of the grievingAnd on the verge of mounting intoA monologue regarding the nature of lifeAnd death,Keep in viewThe limits of […]
Read more "Words for the grieving."Death, to us humansIs final.The end of the roadThe inevitable cliffWe all fall off.In this pandemicWe lost moreThan we thought Our hearts could handleMore than we thought Would ever happen to us.Death has never felt morePremature.Yet,There is One who Turns graves into gardensWho, Himself plunged Into the abyss of death And came out the other […]
Read more "On loss"SometimesAll that the times we live inGive room for us to doIs survive.To take the beating,Go through the hurricane,Enter the cesspoolAnd somehow come out the other side.COVID has taken a lot from usAnd sadly it may take more still.The days are darkAnd maybe some of us aren’t going to haveAn outrageous storyOf how we overcame.Some […]
Read more "Survive"70 years.That’s what most of us can hope for.The drama of lifeThe horrors of being at the mercy of the mercilessThe comedy of the honest fumblings of the innocent,All the wear and tear and degradationAll the new songs and new morningsPointless meetingsAnd moments of transcendenceAll the ambitionAll the sufferingLived out on this small blue planet-Billions […]
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